by Ivy Jordan
“Yes. It is,” I admitted. “Just until I can take care of myself, though,” I insisted.
“We’ll see how it goes,” he smiled.
“I mean, after all, you’ll be working here, so it just makes sense to stay. You won’t be able to drive for a while,” he added.
“Do you really want to do this?” I asked.
His eyes narrowed, his lips curled into a smile as he nodded. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he said.
Epilogue
Charlotte
The sky was blue, with pink swirling throughout the white clouds that floated like cotton above. Owen spread a blanket on the ground in a tall patch of grass, and helped me carefully lower myself onto it.
It was a beautiful day, one so beautiful I couldn’t remember one better. I had everything I’d ever wanted.
The warm summer air blew against my skin, the sun kissed at my face. I squinted out into the field where Carlos grazed, fully grown and healthy. Owen planned on selling him after he raised him, but I’d fallen in love; we both had.
Everything had fallen into place, just like a fairy tale.
“Do you want some fruit?” Owen asked, opening the picnic basket he’d packed.
I smiled, nodded, and then watched as he carefully dug through the basket for my fresh, sliced apples. He sat down beside me, opening the container to pull out a slice. He didn’t let me take it from his hand, but instead fed it to me.
He really was an amazing caretaker. The scar on my arm from the surgery reminded me every day of how well he took care of me. He’d stayed by my side, helped me dress, bathe, and even eat when I was having trouble. I’d never once felt like a charity case, like something he had to do. He expressed so much love in everything he’d done for me; it was obvious his intentions were true.
The sun caught my ring, bouncing off the diamond and making a rainbow of light around us. He reached for my hand, stared lovingly at the ring he’d slid onto my finger four years ago, and smiled. “I still can’t believe it’s all real,” he said.
I laughed, remembering how I’d thought it was a dream when he’d come into my hospital room.
“It’s real,” I said, gripping his hand and moving it to my belly.
His face stiffened as he rested his hand on the bump of my belly. The baby kicked, strong and hard, causing him to grin with such enthusiasm I couldn’t help but laugh with joy.
“What will we name him?” he asked.
I let my head fall back against my shoulders and took in the beauty of the sky while I pondered that question. “Charlie,” I said softly.
Owen gripped my hand, squeezing it tightly in his. I knew that was what he wanted. I wanted it too. Charlie had become like a father to me over the last few years. He gave me away at our wedding when my father was too ill to walk down the aisle, he took care of me when I was sick, and most importantly, he was the one who had pushed Owen to me, telling him he deserved to be happy.
I knew the day Owen had put on his black coat and tie to attend Charlie’s funeral, it was the hardest day of his life. He had been Owen’s best friend—a brother, a father, a mentor. Charlie had told him how proud he was of him before he passed. “I’ve got no regrets. I had a great life. And, there’s nothing better than knowing you helped someone else get what they deserve, as well.” That had been one of the last things he’d ever said to Owen. It stuck with him, and I knew it would for eternity.
“You’re so beautiful,” Owen said, leaning in and softly kissing my cheek. “What if it’s a girl?” he asked, giving me a curious look.
I laughed, knowing it didn’t matter. “Charlie,” I said with a smirk.
He gripped my face, turning me toward him. His lips met mine, soft, and then hard and passionate as he moved his body over me. I rolled to my back, letting him caress my skin, first my breasts, which were now full and firm, and then my belly, which was beginning to really show my pregnancy.
His mouth kissed my neck, slowly moving down to my breasts. He stopped to kiss my belly, placing his cheek against my skin gently before going even lower, between my legs.
His hands pushed my skirt up, and then pulled my panties away from my skin to expose my delicate flesh.
My body reacted to his eyes with tingles of electricity rolling through my veins. I loved how blue his eyes were in the summer sun, and how hungry they looked as he peeked up from between my legs.
Warm, wet laps of his tongue teased my inner thighs, causing me to moan out into the hot air. His lips wrapped around my clit, tugging on it gently, and then sucking it into his mouth to massage it with his tongue. The sucking motion made my back arch, and my breasts feel as if they’d explode with excitement. He slid a finger inside of me, working it slowly in circles, left to right, as he sucked on my sensitive pearl.
It didn’t take him long to bring me to orgasm, my body exploding with pleasure in delicious waves. His tongue worked hard to lap up my juices, his finger never stopping the sweet swirling motion inside my pulsating pussy.
I reached up, gripping his pants and pulling at them until they opened. His cock was hard and ready as I stroked it in my hand. “On your back,” I ordered.
He quickly obliged, laying on his back, his cock stiff and standing at attention. My mouth lowered to him, taking only the tip in with my lips. My tongue flicked at his tiny hole, teasing him as my hand rolled his balls with soft, massaging motions. I widened my jaw, lowering my mouth onto him, sucking hard as I swallowed his shaft. He growled, arched his back, and gripped my hair between his fingers to guide me at the pace he liked.
He was close, real close, but I wasn’t ready for our fun to end. I sucked hard, pushing with my cheeks around his cock, squeezing his balls in my hand, and then I released my grip suddenly. He shook as I calmed him with a caressing hand on his rock-hard abs.
His eyes opened, staring at me hungrily; he pulled me toward him. My body spread over him, my pussy resting against his hard cock as his mouth consumed mine. The taste of our sex mixed together on my tongue was like a delicious cocktail. His hand reached between my legs, guiding the tip of his cock into me, and my body lowered, taking him in as I let out a moan.
“Damn, you’re sexy, darlin’,” Owen’s voice was deep and sultry as he spoke.
Even though my belly was growing, Owen always made me feel sexy. I rocked my hips into his, pushing him deeper and deeper into me. The sensation of my clit rubbing against his pelvis made my legs quiver, and my skin prickled with excitement. His hands reached out, caressing my breasts; his fingers rolled around my nipples, tugging to make me cry out his name. They were so sensitive that the slightest touch made me want to come; with him inside me, tugging on the sensitive skin, there was no stopping the orgasm that roared through my body.
Owen gripped my hips, holding me still while my body quivered and pulsated around him. He smiled, staring into my eyes as my orgasm blasted around him. When I finally calmed down, his eyes rolled back into his head, and his own explosion started. I loved feeling every last pulse of his pleasure surge through my body.
I climbed off of him and collapsed onto my back to catch my breath. He rolled to his side, caressed my full belly, and stared into my eyes.
I was lost in those baby blues as I allowed my body to relax in the warm sun. Owen Michael Martin had proven not only to be an amazing man, but an amazing husband—and I knew he would be an amazing father. “I love you,” I sighed, closing my eyes as I daydreamed about our future.
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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